I’m officially “that guy.” The one who forgets our anniversary. Time to bow my head in shame and buy you two dozen roses. Happy belated Anniversary, MomInDCity readers! (It was last weekend– on Mother’s Day, actually)

Since you like poop so much, you probably also like farts, so I’ll let you in on the latest dance move that Lira created. It’s called a farté which is basically a plié combined with a fart. It’s the cause of non-stop giggles—mainly from me because Lira puts on such a serious ballet face when she does it.

Oh, and another one for the vocabulary test: dicnic. I first learned this term after picking up sandwiches for an evening visit to Stanton Park. “We’re having a picnic!” Lira exclaimed. “Actually, this is more like a dicnic. You know… a dinner picnic.” Dave and I did our best not to spit out our drinks. We’ve been having dicnics for years and I never knew what to call them. I think dicnics are really going to catch on now that the weather has gotten nicer.

May 2012 dicnic

But back to our anniversary, you look beautiful tonight. Seriously, that color really brings out your eyes. I want to take this opportunity to thank you for your love and support this year. Thank you for reading, sharing, commenting on and supporting MomInDCity. I promise more of what you love: potty humor, photos of me in cheap clothing and reviews of all the must-sees and must-dos in DC.

The fam has been passing around a stomach bug for the past couple of weeks. I was the grand finale. The bug took me out and I spent a full 24 hours moaning under the covers.

Zana was concerned. “Mommy, are you ok?”

“Ugh, Mommy might throw up,” I told her.

“Drink some water and you might feel better. Want me to bring you something to eat?” Every half an hour or so, I’d hear those 3-year-old feet running down the hallway into my room to check on me. She’d kiss my arm and ask me if I was any better.

Meanwhile, downstairs… Lira was on Disney.com and couldn’t be bothered. When she came upstairs for a bath she finally noticed something was wrong. “Are you ok, Mom?”

“Not really, Sweetie. I think I might puke.”

“EWWWWWW! Don’t puke on me! And don’t puke in my room either!”

Ohhhhh, so all that vomit that I was planning to spew all over her Barbies should go somewhere else? I’m glad she said something. Who knows what I would have done otherwise.

I managed to keep everyone’s room vomit-free and felt better the next day.

It seemed like a good time to talk to Lira about sensitivity.

Sensitivity is for Sissies

“Remember when Mommy was really sick yesterday and you told me not to throw up on you or in your room? Can you think of any other responses that may have been more kind?”

“No– I want you to tell me what else you could have said. I was very sick and you were only worried about your room. What do you think you could have said instead?”

“Ok mom, you can throw up in my room. Now can I go color with chalk?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it’s done. I’m sure that, from now on, Lira will be the most empathetic girl this side of the Mississippi. And I am free to get stick to my stomach in any room I choose. Success!

Have you guys heard about that county in Ohio that’s charging Punxsatawney Phil with a felony for his bogus prediction that Spring would come early this year? They say it’s a crime punishable by death.

If that sounds a little harsh, then you probably live in the South and can go suck it. It’s snowing right now in DC. Snowing?! Very uncool, Phil– if that really was you and not some impostor.

Adding to the sucki-ness is the fact that we recently came back from a beautiful and very Spring-ey trip to North Carolina for a wedding.

No sleeves, no problem!

It was so warm out that even a pashmina was out of the question. We spent two nights at the Washington-Duke Inn, which was surprisingly awesome for kids. It’s a 5-star hotel, so I knew it would be lovely. But I never imagined there would be bunk beds in our room, and a little nook with kids sized chairs and a mini-tv. The indoor pool was also a big hit, and the girls weren’t the only ones who were ready to move in permanently.

There wasn’t much sleeping happening

We visited Duke Gardens, which have to be one of my favorite places in the state. We walked among the trees and then climbed them…

Everyone should climb treesDaddy-daughter stroll

We also met up with friends at Pullen Park, which I can only compare to Wheaton Regional and Cabin John in our area. The kids may as well have been at Disneyland. There was a train, a carousel, paddle boats, and an endless amount of climbing to do. And how cool are these little boats?

Boat ride at Pullen Park

You’ll have to ignore Zana’s face (or just look at it and laugh). Even Disneyworld gets old when you’re in serious need of a nap. Also, my face kinda looks like that right now because I’m mad that it’s cold. Wah!

So all of this sunshine and cheer brings me back to Phil, a liar whose pants deserve to be on fire. Spring, where are you???

It has been 50 degrees in DC the past couple of days, which reminds me that Spring is near, which then reminds me that my Baby Phat jumpsuit can (and will) soon make an appearance.

Prepping to wear more JLOesque attire means it’s time to get with the program and tighten up. The holidays are over, so I should probably stop shoveling cookies dipped in Nutella, topped with ice cream into my mouth. I ended up losing 15 pounds with the help of the MyFitnessPal app, but a few of those have made it back onto my hips.

I got a Nike Fuel Band for my birthday and it has tricked me into thinking that active=in shape. The Fuel Band goes around your wrist, tracks your movement and tells you how much “fuel” you’ve earned. It’s supposed to motivate you to be more active. For more details (and a giggle), read what Dan Catt has to say about it.

Anyway, in case you’re wondering, you can earn 6,000 fuel points cleaning your house and going to kids birthday parties but that does not mean you’re in shape.

Back when I was running several times a week, I decided to sign up for the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler. A couple of weeks ago I decided it was time to start training. Shouldn’t be too bad, right? I’ve been killing it with fuel points. Apparently that’s not how t works.

#killinit #housecleaning

I actually had to ice my legs after a 3 mile run. Luckily, I have a lot of support:

My daughter, Lira, who asked (after a personal best in my first 10K) “Why do you race when you’re not gonna win?”

My husband, Dave, who takes me to the track for sprint workouts and then says things like “is that seriously the fastest you can run? What are you going to do if somebody’s chasing you?”

My mom who refers to any race I sign up for as a marathon. (“When’s that marathon? How’s marathon training going?”)

My running buddy, Katie, who’s an overachiever and says things like “don’t worry, I’ll make your Elmo headband along with my Big Bird one so we can look extra awesome when we run!” (overachiever)

Where’s Cookie Monster?

So I’ve done some serious math (we’re talking calculus-level) and have figured out that, if I add a mile each weekend, I’ll run 10 miles for the first time ever on race day. This past weekend I ran from my house past the Capitol Building, Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial and ended at the DC WWI Memorial. This exercise taught me a few things:

1. 5 miles is a lot and only halfway to 10.
2. People would really be jealous if they knew I could just run by this cool stuff whenever I want (which is obviously why I’m sharing)
3. It’s hard to complain about your legs hurting when you’re at a war memorial. I mean, it’s not like I just died fighting for my country.